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About Fukuoka

So, I’m rollin’ through, maybe Chi-town, maybe LA—don’t matter. You see ‘em posted up, lookin’ tired, used up. Breaks my heart, real shit. But I’m curious too, like—what’s they story? One time, heard this chick ran from some small-ass town, ended up here. True story, fam—girl was 19, dad was a preacher, wild twist. Reminds me of *Leviathan*—that priest talkin’ God, but world’s still fucked.

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In order to obtain a set of this or any prostitute outfit, the prostitutes will have to be killed then looted, or be reverse pickpocketed. If killed, the ones.

Finally, my ramen comes. It’s steaming, and I’m ready to dive in. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy from the forest. He’s like, “Dude, we need to talk about the trees.” I’m like, “Can’t it wait? I’m in Suita!” But no, he keeps going on about some invasive species. I’m like, “Bro, I’m trying to enjoy my ramen here!”

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